I’m ravaged by memory.
I evade it’s claws but find myself firmly
in it’s clutches.
I try- battle so hard to lock
my heart away. The more I do- the more
my body rejects your erasure.
Files upon files of memory, heavy on
my temple. Slabs in my hands- ready to be etched with new memories.
The battle of our past and a need to understand on my part that it truly is over-
my mind rejects your erasure.
The sun set so long ago yet I sit here with these slabs attempting to rewrite them. Sitting in the dark like I’m watching the sun begin to rise.